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if ur not following my main do it now im off bye losers
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having a crush on me is the same as having a crush on a piece of a bacon
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I used to think my grandma was hot when i was 12
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HER PUSSY BALD LIKE CAILLOU SWAG SWAG LIKE CAILLOU I’M GOOD NIGGA HOW YOU? GO WAY BACK LIKE CAILLOU CAP BACK LIKE CAILLOU I DON’T MATCH LIKE CAILLOU MY WEED YOUNG LIKE CAILLOU GO DUMB LIKE CAILLOU I’M PBS LIKE CAILLOU DTF LIKE CAILLOU MY DICK FRESH LIKE CAILLOU SHE GET WET LIKE CAILLOU THE REALEST EVER LIKE CAILLOU I’M DICKIN IT LIKE CAILLOU BAD BITCH GON SUCK DICK NEED 30 MINUTES LIKE CAILLOU I’M UP EARLY LIKE CAILLOU SHE GET DIRTY LIKE CAILLOU
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internet friends who get to see each other in real life
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The last patron in the bar is sitting half-passed out, slumped over his 7th drink. It’s infomercial-o’clock, according to the barely humming television droning overhead. Chuck E. Cheese looks somberly out at the lack of a crowd. His band has been playing here every Tuesday and Thursday night for 10 years now. Nothing has changed but the disintegration of the bond the members used to share when they were young and full of life. This was reflected in their music now, but the owner of the bar couldn’t afford anyone younger, or more hip, or more enthusiastic. And so they played discordantly on the rotting stage. And they tried to remember better days. The days before  Chef Pasqually had to forget about his dreams of owning a successful deli in downtown Manhattan to take care of his ailing wife, who later passed away. The days before Helen Henny got pregnant and dropped out of college to become a single mom. Before Jasper Jowls’ drug recovery. The young purple Mr. Munch is the only one yet untainted by life’s cruel poison, but he is given a taste every time the band is together, whether on stage or drinking beer while watching bad 80s movies for cheap laughs. It’s hard doing this every night, but it’s all they have anymore. All they have is each other, these smokey lights, and the faintly sobbing man at the bar counter.
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imf going out to buy ice cream i love adri ill be back
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terezi and rose is a good ship u feel me
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